I bite my nails. I only like a couple very similar video games even though I read lots of webcomics about other video games I've never played. I fall in and out of infatuation fairly easily, to the point where I like lots and lots of things but those things change pretty frequently, and I've never been really hardcore about anything in particular. Even Buffy and Firefly, my favorite shows in the world, have never inspired me to actually write fanfic or attend conventions. Those sort of people creep me out. I change my haircolor and clothing style several times a year, for the same reasons. I just like so many different looks and I don't like one more enough than the others to stick to it exclusively. I'm very afraid of trains, cars, and sharp objects, even though I use all three pretty much every day. I can't even hold a pair of scissors without imagining accidentally poking my eye out. I hate fingerprints on wineglasses. I love eucalyptus scented anything. The feel and sound of styrofoam make my skin crawl. I'm allergic to apples, pears, peaches, apricots, plums, cherries, and almonds, but I often pretend to be allergic to several other things I don't like, like bell peppers and mushrooms, so that I can decline to eat them without looking merely fussy. I also pretend to understand more French and Italian than I actually do. I always score so close to the middle on binary-variable personality tests that several possible results describe me pretty accurately. I value sex and love about equally; I am both logical and creative, graceful and clumsy, shy and outgoing, nervous and bold, well-dressed and anti-fashion, a procrastinating overachiever.